Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-[groans] I'm gonna barf! -Andrew, you're doing so well.
And she's gone, okay. Alone.
My thing is different.
-Fart! Whoo! -Did you just say "fart"?
-Sure. -Then shit it out
[Nick chuckles] Whoa!
Oh, yeah? Well, we just moved from Titty City.
When it happened, I was like, a real record-scratch moment.
This feels better, doesn't it?
What if I say it like this?
-Izzy, be cool. -Okay. I am.
Oh, we've been working together for ages.
Oh, my God, I am, like, not gonna be able to get through this.
Okay, can we just lower expectations? I'm actually really nervous.
Oh, skipping school.
like I did to that kid in kindergarten!
Who cares if they're younger?
All right, ladies, see you after school.
Or even better, you could stare at the ceiling
-Yeah. -That must suck.
-Oh, I could eat you! -Mom, calm down.
Cowabung-hole!
We might just be seventh-graders, Andrew Kent,
We're in, and we're totally gonna win this thing, ya turds!
That fuck gremlin is really unpleasant.
I could possibly give you my notes.
So, like, one day, at recess...
[man] Copy that, Connie, I just made it to San Diego.
trying to get that eighth-grade moolah.
Okay, seventh-graders, you're leaving elementary school behind.
I was held back in kindergarten because I did something so funny!
I guess I had no idea you had so many feelings.
-What? -Now I have to call my old partners.
And we shall select two to french.
And tag me in that.
Perfect, I'll take whatever.
You're back!
We have a new young leader in our class.
If we're both in agreement, then I think that covers everybody.
Okay, enough pleasantries.
-Can I point something out? -Please.
Oooh!
As long as there's an eighth-grader present,
[sighs] I have nothing and nobody.